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Archita Kashyap

Abstract Drama


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Archita Kashyap

Abstract Drama


PROFOUND RESEMBLANCE

PROFOUND RESEMBLANCE

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How akin season and life are!!

Somethin' very intriguing and bizarre.

Changes of season portray the spices of existence,

The meaning behind it is mystical and dense.


Warbling like thrush blooming like flowers,

Spending the lifetime's most ineffable hours.

Deprived of strains, life is running smooth,

Isn't spring parallel to our childhood?


Determination fierce as the scorching sun's rays,

Abiding with flames of aspirations, we blaze.

Licking the contrasting flavors of life and truth,

Isn't summer seem like our youth?


With traumas of failure, the thunder of screams and rain of tears,

Grasping umbrella of prospect to glimpse sky once again as clear.

The dark clouds of thoughts hover around as if we are doomed,

Isn't monsoon alike the juncture of agony and gloom?


The fruits the hard work bore initiates to ripe,

The pessimistic thoughts descend and wipe.

Reckoning the chances the life grants to fall and grow,

Isn't autumn and middle age in a row?


Enduring the flooding snow of memories and chills of being old, 

Our impending inevitable fate we seek to unfold.

Things looked frosty and desolate in this phase,

Isn't winter allied to our old age?


Similarly with the passing of seasons, the perpetual cycle of life goes on,

It is our choice to flow with the verse or drown.

Every season has an end for a harvest to begin,

So let's embrace the process within!!


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